Musical Interlude A3 – “The meek ain’t gonna inherit s#!t!”

Mansion on the Hill
He hit the dance around about midnight
gin and juice and he’s a’feelin fine
a’come the morning all the sounds went up
police man said the joint was shut
all the brothers gettin busted outside
undercover officers readin’ them their rights
one way ticket boy you prison bound
the night the lights in dallas went down, so

How long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill
the meek ain’t gonna inherit shit
I want to know right now
how long we gotta waste our time
boardin a bus that’s bound for the welfare line
the meek ain’t gonna inherit shit
I want to know right now

She shakes the blues off then she tries her luck
makes a little bet and hopes her horse comes up
pickin’ pockets for some easy money
cause she blew the goddamn lot on the national lottery
steals a paper sh’check the front page
headlines made that the dancehall can’t be saved
why can’t they open up an opera house
on the night the lights in dallas went down, yeah

So how long we gotta wait until

we get the keys to the mansion on the hill?
the meek ain’t gonna inherit shit
I want to know right now
how long we gotta waste our time
boardin a bus that’s bound for the welfare line
the meek ain’t gonna inherit shit
I want to know right now, tell me now

Tweek freak Tony on the four two eight
special branch sting right time wrong place
columbian connections in the corridors of power
mean the man on the money ain’t never goin down
Lord Lucky takes his lady to the magic flute
little taste or two now he’s bullet proof
Tony tunes the underground radio
on the night the lights in dallas went down, so

How long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill
the meek ain’t gonna inherit shit
I want to know right now
I want to know right now
how long we gotta waste our time
boardin’ a bus that’s bound for the welfare line
the meek ain’t gonna inherit shit
I want to know right now, yeah see now

Yeah, so how long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill
the meek ain’t gonna inherit shit
I wanna know right now
how long we gonna waste our time
boardin a bus that’s bound for the welfare line
the meek ain’t gonna inherit shit
I wanna know right now

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About Drakakis

Street Poet scribbling to your tired, your poor, your huddled masses; the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, the homeless, tempest-tost ...
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